She didn't know what attitude he would be when he told him everything. She told him that she was not her concubine, she had traveled through time, he was not a person of this era... If he said this to him, he would probably
Treat him as a witch.
Luo Ling smiled helplessly, changing the topic,
"Nothing. Haha..." Luo Ling said haha: "Where will we go next?"
He looked at Yuwen Haoyu very innocently and asked.
Yuwen Haoyu knew that Luo Ling didn't want to say more, so he didn't plan to delve into it. He asked with a smile,
“We do whatever you want.
"Really?" Luo Ling was surprised.
"Really." Yuwen Haoyu raised his hand and pulled Luo Ling's hair that was blown by the wind into his ears, and replied in a doting way.
Luo Ling took Yuwen Haoyu's hand and ran to a crowd. After squeezing in, he realized that it was an acrobatic.
I saw a girl in her early teens lying on the table, stepping on a big jar with her feet struggling hard, throwing it up from time to time, hanging it in the air, and steadily catching it.
Luo Ling looked like a child applauding hard.
Yuwen Haoyu just looked at Luo Ling beside him seriously. These things are already very common to him. Moreover, when he holds wedding events in the palace on weekdays, he has seen many more powerful people than this.
On the contrary, Luo Ling's expression was more eye-catching. Sometimes she frowned, sometimes she laughed, sometimes she was worried... she changed rapidly.
Luo Ling could feel Yuwen Haoyu's gaze without looking at it, so hot and so focused.
But she chose to ignore it vigorously and use exaggerated behavior to conceal her beating heart.
Just do it like this, as if you don’t know, you ignore this true love.
This is good for both.
Luo Ling was still paying attention to the performance wholeheartedly, and Yuwen Haoyu beside her was still watching her focus. The outstanding appearance and strange behavior of the two seemed particularly eye-catching among the crowd.
When night fell, Yuwen Haoyu and Luo Ling returned to the inn. Luo Ling was still a little impressed, but Yuwen Haoyu rarely said toughly, "It's too late, it's not safe."
All day long, Yu Wen Haoyu almost met his requests, so Luo Ling was embarrassed to refute it again. He followed Yu Wen Haoyu back to the inn obediently.
From a distance, I saw Xiao Taozi and Mei Xiang waiting at the door of the inn. After seeing them, I came up to meet them.
"Master, you are back."
"Miss, you're back."
The two of them said worriedly in unison.
Luo Ling was about to answer, but Yuwen Haoyu had already answered coldly,
"Well, send your wife's things to the room." After saying that, he threw the things in his hands to Xiao Taozi and Mei Xiang.
Xiao Taozi and Mei Xiang were pressed behind by the sudden weight and leaned back for a moment.
"Master, what's this? That's so heavy."
Yuwen Haoyu glanced at Luo Ling beside him and said unhappyly.
"You ask your wife."
After saying that, he also looked at Luo Ling with a look of asking for advice.
Luo Ling was a little embarrassed. He accidentally glanced at Yuwen Haoyu's hand, and there were obvious red marks on his palm. It was obvious that the thing was very heavy.
But when he asked for help, why didn't he give it or say it? What does this mean? Is he accusing himself of others?